The Diary's Voice

I thought I did not need you

I felt letting you go was best

At that time I just wanted my space

A corner without any bother.

Now time walked on this little cot

Where I coined the thought to let you out

With every new person I see

I realize how much treasure I've lost.

You were a friend and a brother

A benefit to my misfits

I hit myself occasionally for using a scenario to

conclude the whole season of who you are.

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